Archive for September, 2005

Handicapping : THE MOST EVIL PROFESSOR OF ALL TIME

Tuesday, September 20th, 2005

Dapat nga eh monday ko pa to pinost! Hindi na ako magaatubili pa… alam nyu naman eh…

Si Iron Toes…

Si Steel Heels…

Si Handy Man…

Sino pa ba, e di si Paner-minator! Peter Pan.. er. Pano ba naman. Kita mo na ngang ganyan ang kalagayan mo, eh mag papaka asshole ka pa? Respeto? Respect is a two way thing, numb nuts. I respect you, and you give what is due mine. Acid-tongue, crappy, nauuto (oo totoo yan just ask Pao and Alex) at meron na tayong Handicap Jackass of the Year. Kung tamaan ako ng karma, FINE!! Pakiputol na nga lang yung legs ko ha? Pakidonate na rin!! Pero di ako aastang Itchy Balls!! SEE YOU IN HELL FAHGGHOT!!

One more thing…

Gawa tayo ng Paner-Tionary!!

Page 1: Paner Names

Handy Man: Han-dee-mahn : Meaning, handicapped man

See what i mean? Kaya Isnow ball natin yung idea! GO AD 1-7!!

LoveSucks : A Guide to being an efficient Anti-love man!!

Thursday, September 1st, 2005

Have you ever been dumped by at least ten girls? Would you rather not have yaoi boys at your side? Is the world a cruel place for you to live in? Well, i’ve got the solution for you!

INTRODUCING:     LOVESUCKS!!

A completely revolutionary way to eliminate falling in love, and being lured into a "love trap" by an insincere woman/man!!

Three Basic Rules in the LoveSucks program:

1. Never fall in love.

2. Never let anyone fall in love with you.

3. Remember the old adage…

"A very beautiful woman means three stabs in the back,

A very cute woman means two stabs in the back,

A very charming woman means a stab in the back,

and a whore of a woman means eternal suffering."

                                      Chapter I

                           "Get off ma legs Bitch!!"

   The first thing to learn in this cruel game called love is that, only the good looking survive. Anyone who thinks otherwise is a loon and must succumb to a thousand years in Madam Auring’s chamber. This rule of thumb is really a no-brainer: if you think about it, everyone that wants a loved one ultimately means having a yound, beautiful, sexy hot broad at his side. Simple really.

   If you are good looking and cannot find a loved one, then this book isn’t for you. If you aren’t, then dream on pal, cause you’ll never get a girl. If you did and your… on the average side, well you’re a lucky bastard. As long as

a.) she’s not using you as a shield/money machine/sex machine/helper.

b.) she really loves you and you are in a fantasy world.

If you are, like me, a victim of a prankster (ehem…), then read the title aloud in your head a thousand times. You must know when these types of attack occurs. It is when…

a.) you’ve done something cute in your first day at school. (or at the U)

b.) you’re ‘assumingly’ cute and charming (as if).

When she comes in physical contact, DO NOT strangle her like a duck. Instead, run around and hope that God showers some lightning bolts on that poor demented soul. She’ll probably let you off, since she really hates you on the inside, and could not stand another microsecond to hug your stupid gak. Remember to wash your hands (and other parts that came into contact with) after the attack, because the venom of the monster may attach itself to you and may make you… THE VICTIM!!

Signs of being a victim…

a.) You start dreaming about flowers, and all that kiddy stuff, and thinking that the world is a beautiful place to live in.

b.) You make yourself look good in front of the attacker (the term we call ‘the lure)

c.) You starts to like the most beautiful chinita supermodel type lady in the class, and wants to be with her.

  It doesn’t mean that if the attack has occured that it won’t happen again. A lot of the first time survivors fell prey to the second wave. Remember this, just stick to your ‘anti-love’ get-up and watch the ‘flies’ fly away from you. A happy person is a loveless person!

Chapter 2 in the works…

I Am Still A Human Being, After All…

Thursday, September 1st, 2005

   Noon, kapag napapaisip ako, at nakakakita ako ng mga tao, tinatanong ko ang aking sarili, "Ano nga ba ako sa kanila?" Alam ko, masyado akong mabait sa mga tao, kakilala ko man o hindi. Dyan ako nabuhay, at dyan ako siguradong mamatay. Pero hahayaan ko nga bang mapatay ng isang bagay na matagal ko nang tinitiis at ginagawa?

  Dati, kapag bumubulong ako sa aking sarili, madalas kong nakikita ang mga taong ‘meron ang lahat’. Maganda, gwapo, mayaman, matalino… Mga bagay na hindi ako nabiyayaan kahit papaano. Ang tanging lakas ko, ay ang magsulat, at gumuhit. Iniisip ko, mamatay din naman kayo, kaya sige lang, magpakasaya kayo. Walang puwang sa akin ang mga salitang "pag-ibig (love), pagtitiwala (trust), at sariling-pagtitiwala (pride)." Hindi ako tao, sabi ko nga. Katawan ng nilalang, ngunit isip ng ibang nilalang.

   Dahil alam ko, sa aking pananatili dito sa mundong ito, ay ang mga nilalang, ang mga tao, ay ang pinakamababang klase ng hayop. Nakakabastos isipin na ang mga tao, na pinaglilingkuran ko sa tagal ng panahon, ay ang siyang titira sa likod ko. Lagi itong nangyayari. Dahil sila, ay kung tratuhin ako ay parang basura. Ngunit wala akong magawa kundi umayon sa kanila, dahil ano ba nga naman, sa mundo rin nila ako nakatira.

   Kinasusuklaman ko ang bawat nilalang, sa kahit anong sulok ng mundo. Sila aywalang pinagkaiba sa isa’t isa: nakikiayon sa agos ng mundo, balasubas, at gagawin ang lahat upang makaangat sa kapwa nila nilalang. Matagal ko nang sinasabi sa aking sarili na maging mapusok, na manahimik at indahin ang mga tao sa aking paligid.

  Pero hindi pa rin nawawala ang aking kabaitan. Ito lamang ang aking maibabahagi sa mga kaawa-awang tao. Makasalanan o hindi, wala akong pakelam. Ang mahalaga, sila’y nabubuhay mula sa aking sakripisyo. Oo nga’t nakakalito pero, ako ay may dalawang personalidad. Ako ang kulminasyon ng aking mapag-imbot na bahagi at ang aking altruwistikong bahagi.

  Kaya ibigay nyo sa akin ang respeto na hindi ko naman hinihingi ng sapilitan. Ibigay nyo ito sa akin tulad ng sa isang kabayaran bilang pagiging isang tao. Wag kayong mag-alala, wala akong galit na inilalabas. Tutal, ang ngiti ko ay ang katapusan ng lahat…

(Pasalamatan natin si JP Lagasca sa makapagbagbag-damdaming post nya noong agosto 31, 2005. Saludo ako, kapitan!)